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I know it’s weird that I haven’t met him, but they were taking things slow—they were both a little gun shy—plus he was starting this club and I was busy writing. “You must be Luna, I’m Max.” His voice has a deep soft timber to it.
He accepts my hug. “It is so nice to finally met you. Holly speaks so highly of you.” I say, smiling up at him.
I sit down, as Max sits next to Holly and puts his arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple. His attention is on her, but I don’t miss the way he scans the club. “That’s nice of you to say. Are you ladies having a good time?”
“Baby, you know we are.” She smiles up at him, making me wish I had that. “Thank you for taking care of us.”
Before he leaves us, he kisses Holly so tenderly that I turn away, giving them privacy.
Another bottle of champagne arrives, and we get to whooping it up.
Lights flash as I move to the beat of the music. I’ve got a nice buzz going and the music is hypnotic, making it easy to move to the beat. Holly and I have been out on the dance floor all night, and Gage has made sure our champagne glasses have stayed full.
One thing I know for sure, is Max is crazy about Holly. He’s been stopping by periodically, while giving us our girl time, but close enough to keep his eye on her. The song we’re dancing to ends, and I walk back to our seats. I order a bottle of water from Gage and take a healthy sip when he brings it to me.
I take a seat while I scan the club, which is extremely packed now, and I feel eyes on me. I’m glancing around when I find them, and they’re attached to the hottest man I’ve ever seen. His dark blonde hair is weeks past needing a cut and looks like he’s just run his hands through it.
He’s got scruff covering his face, and I’m hit immediately by images of him between my legs, the whiskers scratching my inner thighs. Oh geez, I need to get laid. Mystery man definitely looks like the bad boy hero in a romance novel.
I look away before he thinks I’m a creeper. On the dance floor I watch Holly and Max move to the beat of the music. They look so good together as I watch them dance. It is obvious that they don’t see anyone but each other. It makes me smile and I’m happy for my friend, and only a little jealous.
“Mind if I join you?” The voice, deep and makes me quiver, I turn toward it, and sure enough it is the blond. God, he’s even more beautiful up close. His blue eyes look like sapphires under the flashing lights. “I-um…sure.”
He sits down so he’s right next to me, like we’re touching...that close. He smells like mountains and man. “I’m Bastian.” He takes my hand.
“I’m Luna.” My cheeks heat up as he brings my hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. Fuck, his lips are soft, and I want them on mine.
Why am I ready to bang this guy, he could be a serial killer for all I know?
“Is this your first time here?” I ask, and inwardly cringe because that was the lamest thing ever.
His lip tips up in the corner in a smirk, and I feel my cheeks heat up. I’m ready to run for the hills when he beasts me to it, standing up. I pour myself a glass of champagne to keep me busy as he leaves. Instead, he surprises me by grabbing my glass and setting it down.
Mystery man leans down, grabbing my hand. “Come dance with me.” God, he’s sex on a stick.
I’ve never had a man this beautiful hit on me, and I may never again. I take his offered hand. Tingles run up my arm and heat pools deep in my belly.
What is happening to me?
Chapter 2
Luna
Bastian’s hands grip my hips as we move to the music. My back is against his chest, and in heels we’re the perfect match and I’m snuggled up to his chest. We haven’t spoken one single word, letting our bodies do all the talking.
All I know is that if this man fucks like he dances, then I’d be a lucky girl. Of course, no one said there was going to be any fucking going on. I’ve just been having a dry spell, a three-year dry spell, and the book I’m working on is super erotic. I wouldn’t mind the sexual release I’m lacking, after working on those scenes.
People don’t realize how hard sex scenes are to write. It’s choreography and a vivid imagination. To be honest, I will sometimes watch porn or sex scenes from movies to get the moves down, but that doesn’t mean I’m getting any.
I feel Bastian’s lips against my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to fuck you.”
Oh. My. God. I can’t believe he just said that, and why is it turning me on? I turn in his arms and his hands slide down my back until he’s gripping my ass. Our eyes lock as we dance together with no space between us.
I wrap my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers into his hair. It is soft beneath my fingers. Bastian’s eyes go to my lips and then he leans in, kissing me softly.
My toes curl and my heart races. What is wrong with me? It is like my brain is short circuiting. I’m not this kind of girl, the kind of girl that doesn’t give a shit, and wears sexy dresses, dances close to men she doesn’t know, and with plans to have sex with said stranger.
It would certainly make good inspiration for a book. The question is, am I brave enough to invite him back to my place. I push up onto my tiptoes and place my lips near his ear. “Want to get out of here.”
